1 Pt. My masters, let's stand close; my lord 10 And must be made a subject to a duke? protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our fupplications in the quill2. a Pa. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him! Enter Suffolk, and Queen. 1 Pet. Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him: I'll be the first, sure. 2 Pet. Come back, fool; this is the duke of Suffolk, and not my lord protector. I tell thee, Poole, when in the city Tours 15 In courage, courtship, and proportion: Suf. How now, fellow? wouldst any thing 20 His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves 1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me! I took ye for my lord protector. 2. Mar. For my lord protector! are your fup Are brazen images of canoniz'd saints. plications to his lordship? Let me see them: 25 That were a state fit for his holiness. 1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your grace, againft John Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my house, and lands, and wife and all, from me. Sxf. Thy wife too? that is some wrong, indeed. What's your's? what's here! [reads.] Against the duke of Suffolk for enclosing the commons of Melford.How now, fir knave ? 30 Suf. Madam, be patient: as I was caufe 2. Mar. Befide the haught protector, have we The imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckingham, Suf. And he of these, that can do most of all, 2 Pet. Alas, fir, I am but a poor petitioner of 35 Cannot do more in England than the Nevils: our whole township. Peter. Against my master, Thomas Horner, for laying, That the duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. Salisbury and Warwick are no fimple peers. As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife. 2.Mar. What fay'st thou? Did the duke of 40 She sweeps it through the court with troops of York say, he was rightful heir to the crown? Peter. That my mistress was? No, forsooth: my master said, That he was; and that the king was an ufurper. ladies, More like an empress, than duke Humphrey's wife; Suf. Who is there?-Take this fellow in, and 45 And in her heart she scorns our poverty: tected 2. Mar. And as for you, that love to be proUnder the wings of our protector's grace, Begin your suits anew, and sue to him. [Tears the petitions. Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her? i.e. happen. 2 Mr. Steevens thinks, that the phrafe in the quill, or in quill, implies no more than our written or penn'd fupplications. Mr. Tollet supposes it may mean, with great exactness and observance of form, or with the utmost punctilio of ceremony; that it feems to be taken from part of the dress of our ancestors, whofe ruffs were quilled; and that while these were worn, it might be the vogue to say, such a thing is in the quill, i. e. in the reigning mode of tafte, as it has been fince cuftomary to use the fimilar phrase of a thing being in prim, to express the fame circumstance of exactnefs. Another critic and commentator, however, conjectures, that this may be supposed to have been a phrafe formerly in use, and the same with the French en quille, which is faid of a man when he stands upright upon his feet without ftirring from the place. The proper sense of quille in French is a ninepin, and in fome parts of England nine-pins are still called cayls. Quelle in the old British language also fignifies any piece of wood set upright. That That she will light to listen to their lays, Yet must we join with him, and with the lords, So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, To them enter King Henry, Duke Humphrey, Cardinal K. Henry. For my part, noble lords, I care Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. Let York be regent, I will yield to him. 5 Elean. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French woman: her will. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd fet my ten commandments in your face. K. Henry. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against [time; Elean. Against her will!-Good king, look to't in She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby: Though in this place most master wears no breeches, 10 She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng'd. [Exit Eleanor. Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, Re-enter Duke Humphrey. Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. 25 But, to the matter that we have in hand : War. The cardinal's not my better in the field. Buck. All in this prefence are thy betters, War- War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. ingham, Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. I fay, my fovereign, York is meetest man [fo. 2. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself To give his cenfure 2: these are no women's 35 Without discharge, money, or furniture, matters. [grace 2. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your To be protector of his excellence ? Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm; Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Car. The commons haft thou rack'd; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions. [attire, 'Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands. 40 Did never traitor in the land commit. 45 Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's 50 Have cost a mass of publick treasury. Buck. Thy cruelty in execution, Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, And left thee to the mercy of the law. peace? Enter Horner the Armourer, and bis Man Peter, guarded. Suf. Because here is a man accus'd' of treason: Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man 2. Mar. Thy fale of offices, and towns in France, 55 Was rightful heir unto the English crown; If they were known, as the suspect is great, Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. York, And that your majesty was an ufurper. [Exit Glofter. The Queen drops ber fan. Give me my fan: What, minion! can you not? K. Henry. Say, man, were these thy words? Arm. An't shall please your majesty, I never faid nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you? [Gives the Dutchess a box on the ear. 60 I am falfely accus'd by the villain. 1 i. e. the complaint of Peter the armourer's man against his master, for faying that York was the rightful king. 2 i, e. judgement or opinion. bis Peter. By these ten bones, my lords, [bolding up bis bands] he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's armour. York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech:- 5 The time when scritch-owls cry, and ban-dogs 2 their times: Deep night, dark night, the filent of the night, I do befeech your royal majesty, howl, Let him have all the rigour of the law. Arm. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake When spirits walk, and ghofts break up their graves, [Here they perform the ceremonies, and make the circle; Bolingbroke, or Southwel reads, Conjuro te, &c. the words. My accufer is my prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did 10 We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. vow upon his knees he would be even with me: I have good witness of this; therefore, I beseech your majesty, do not caft away an honest man for K. Henry. Uncle, what shall we fay to this in law? 15 Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit rifeth. Spirit. Adfum. M. Jourd. Afmath, By the eternal God, whose name and power 20 For, 'till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. 25 This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom. heart! Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. the day and done! Boling. First, of the king. What shall of bim be- But him out-live, and die a violent death. [As the Spirit (peaks, they write the answer. Safer shall he be upon the fandy plains, Of combat shall be the last of the next month.- 35 Have done, for more I hardly can endure. [lake: Come, Somerset, we'll fee thee fent away. Are deep indebted for this piece of pains; Boling. I have heard her reported to be a wo- Elean. Not half so bad as thine to England's Injurious duke; that threat'ft where is no cause. Silent for filence. 2 Mr. Steevens says, that the etymology of the word ban-digs is unfettled. They feem, however, to have been designed by poets to fignity some terrific beings whose office it was to make night bidecus. 3 i. e. rewarded. York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well: A pretty plot, well chose to build upon! The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; But him out-live, and die a violent death. Come, come, my lords: The king is now in progress towards Saint Albans; Why, this is just, Aio te, Eacida, Romanos vincere Tell me what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ? Safer shall be be on the fandy plains, 10 15 Enter a Serving-man. Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, To fup with me to-morrow night.-Away! [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, Queen, Glofter, Cardinal, and I faw not better sport these seven years' day : And what a pitch the flew above the rest!- Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; They know, their master loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can foar. 25 Suf. No malice, fir; no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and fo bad a peer. Glo. As who, my lord? [lence. Suf. Why, as yourself, my lord; 2. Mar. And thy ambition, Glofter. Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud protector, with my sword! 35 Glo. Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere Car. Marry, when thou dar'st. the matter, 40 In thine own person answer thy abuse. Car. Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds. Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; How think you by Were it not good, your grace could fiy to heaven? K. Henry. The treasury of everlafting joy! Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts Beat 4 on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; Pernicious protector, dangerous peer, That smooth'st it so with king and common-weal! Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown fo an if thou dar'st, This evening, on the east fide of the grove. Afide. Had not your man put up the fowl so fuddenly, We'd had more sport. - Come with thy two-hand [Afide to Glofter. fword. Glo. True, uncle. [Afide. 5o Are you advis'd ?-the east side of the grove? lord. [for this, [peremptory? 55 Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll have your crown Tantæne animis cæleftibus iræ? Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide fuch malice; With fuch holiness can you do it? Or all my fences shall fail. Car. [afide] Medice, teipfum; [Afide. * This is the falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl. 2 The meaning, according to Dr. Johnfon, is, that the wind being high, it was ten to one that the old hawk had flown quite away; a trick which hawks often play their masters in windy weather; while Dr. Percy fays, that the paffage Signifies, that the wind was so high, it was ten to one that old Joan would not have taken her flight at the game. Utrum borum mavis accipe. 3 i. c. glad. + To bait or beat (batbe) is a term in falconry. 5 Fence is the art of defence. Protector, Protector, see to't well, protect yourself. Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God, K. Henry. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords. How irksome is this mufic to my heart! When fuch strings jar, what hopes of harmony? 5 Glo. What means this noise ? Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim? Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what miracle. [fouls and faint Alban. [cloak of? Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this K. Hemy. Why then, thou know'st what co lour jet is of? Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never fee. 10 Gh. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day, a many. Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life. K. Henry. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing 15 Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair! Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and bis brethren, bearing Simpcox between two in a chair, Simpcox's wife following. Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, 20 To present your highness with the man. K. Henry. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Though by his fight his fin be multiply'd. [king, Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the That we for thee may glorify the Lord. What, haft thou been long blind, and now restor'd? Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace. Wife. Ay, indeed was he. Suf. What woman is this? Wife. His wife, an't like your worship. Gle. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st have better told. Glo. Nor his ? To name the several colours we do wear. Sight may diftinguish colours; but suddenly 30 Would ye not think that cunning to be great, That could restore this cripple to his legs again ? Have you not beadles in your town, and things K. Henry. Where wert thou born? [grace. 35 Call'd whips ? Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like your K. Henry. Poor foul! God's goodness hath been Car. What, art thou lame? Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me! Suf. How cam'st thou fo? Simp. A fall off of a tree. Wift. A plum-tree, master. Glo. How long haft thou been blind? Simp. O, born so, master. Glo. What, and would'st climb a tree ? Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth. venture so. Mayor. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. Enter a Beadle, with whips. Glo. Well, fir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him 'till he leap over that fame stool. Bead. I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off So with your doublet quickly. 55 Simp. Alas, mafter, what shall I do? I am not able to stand. [After the Beadle bath bit bim once, be leaps over the ftool, and runs arvay; and the people follow and cry, A Miracle! K. Henry. O God, seest thou this, and bear'st so long? Qucen. It made me laugh, to see the villain run. Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away. [damfons, 60 Wife. Alas, fir, we did it for pure need. [town Glo. Let them be whipt through every market Until they come to Berwick, whence they came. [Exit Beadle, with the woman, &c. Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd fome Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. Ppa Gia. |